Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
11/01/19 07:31
It seems inevitable now that Ruth Bader Ginsburg is not long for this world. She sits, or rather sat at least as of yesterday, on the US Supreme court as one of the more liberal of the 9 Justices. Having experienced a series of health issues in recent years including pancreatic cancer, etc., it now appears that her latest bout with cancer where they discovered and removed several cancerous nodes in her lungs might well be the last straw.
She has been absent from the court following her surgery and is reportedly no longer even in Washington, D.C.. While the populace has been distracted by the government shutdown now in its 17th day or so and Trump's very public push to erect a big beautiful wall on our southern border, the Trump White House has been putting together plans to name a nominee to replace Ginsburg when the time comes as it inevitably will. Reassuring as that may or may not be, it always does.
The prospects of having a 6-3 court with the conservatives in the majority is beyond crazy exciting and the democrat party will shortly be losing their shit when Buzzie, as she is known to her closest friends, steps down from the court. In lesser known circles, she is simply known as "RBG." Naming justices to the Supreme Court was a selling point when Trump was running for president and he has fulfilled his obligations in spades by naming two superb conservative Justices (Gorsuch and Kavanaugh) in the first two years of his presidency.
The culture wars are often decided in the Supreme Court these days so unless one or more of the Justices decides to go full Souter, a reference to Justice Souter who was seated as a conservative Justice by George Bush but turned out to be a flaming liberal, we are off to the fucking races!
It goes without saying that we could never get there without having a republican majority in the US Senate. Trump stumped hard in rally after rally in the months leading up to the 2016 mid terms to make certain that we conservatives not only held the majority in the Senate but actually gained a seat or two. No longer will we be held hostage by one or two squishy republicans in the senate who might on any given issue or day side with the democrats. We all remember that fool on the Hill, John McCain, the then disgraced and now deceased Senator from Arizona who gave the thumbs down when it came to voting against the disassembling of Obamacare.
With a 53-47 majority, if you have one or two republican senators who go that route they can voice their opposition but it won't matter. The majority still rules. The additions to the majority on the republican side of the ledger, with the exception of Mitt "Mittens" Romney, are rabidly pro-Trump (that's a good thing) and infinitely more conservative than those they replaced. And we can thank the baby Jesus that McCain and Flake are no longer on the roster. Good fucking riddance!
I didn't wake up feeling all political but it seems I've gone there for better or worse. Did I mention that Evan will not be going into that place we looked at in Seabrook? Oh, and the place is Newmarket was a no-go as well. We didn't even think about the fact that if you have a place that allows pets that that place might not be suitable for a fellow with allergies.
Whether he mentioned the wheezing business as a ploy to avoid moving out of his now comfortable surroundings or not, it is what it is and we realized after the fact that we were very short sighted in not taking that into consideration when looking at prospective apartments. If there is any good news, more places than not disallow pets so we'll continue searching and hope for the almighty best. Yes, divine intervention is always welcome.
When I think of macaroons I think coconut, don't you? Apparently, there is a difference between macaroons and french macaroons (macarons). The latter is a delicate cookie of sorts and a quite delicious one at that. We've often visited the shop in downtown Portsmouth where they have tray after tray in a display window of colorful but small, and some might say dainty, French macaroons.
I've always ordered something else while there, maybe a Key Lime torte or other, and I've never taken a chance on one of the cookies. I simply wasn't convinced that it was going to be satisfying enough when all was said and done.
In the last month or so I paid a visit with Nancy to a new bakery of sorts in Exeter that specializes in the sale of those very same French macaroons. I can't remember which specific type of French macaroon that I chose in retrospect, all of which appeared decadent in their own unique way, but I vividly remember the explosion of flavor in my mouth with the very first nibble.
It was a small bite indeed so the word "nibble" seems more or less appropriate. I remember trying to make the connection in my brain with the very first bite between the flavors caroming from cheek to cheek and the descriptions stenciled on the small white cardboard placards behind the glass in the display case for same. Ambrosia?
I hoped that I hadn't been too hasty in making my selection. Certain flavors in the display case were seemingly popular as evidenced by their scarcity so I took the road less traveled and chose one of the flavors that seemed less popular of which there were many. To the casual observer, there were the brightest of yellows in the display case for all things lemony, the darkest of darks for the chocolate varieties, brilliant reds and purples for the various types of fruit flavorings, and other mesmerizing but seemingly unnatural pastels that were better left to one's imagination. Caramel and Rose?
You understood immediately why the cookies were as small and as expensive as they were. Every bite, however small, was heaven sent. The packaging when you purchased a half dozen or so was sturdy and more than up to snuff. There was a small rectangular cellophane window on the small cardboard box containing our purchase through which one could cast a discriminating but desirous eye on the contents within. The message was unequivocal: Look but do not touch. I dare you.
Tossing these cookies into a bag like a bunch of donuts would be a huge disservice to the artist whose considerable time and effort went into creating these cookies not to mention the panache and talent required to artfully present them to the public. Make no mistake about it. Once ordered, the clerk gingerly lifted each macaron from the display case with all the dexterity and deliberation of a jeweler handling a precious gem.
I personally thought it was somewhat over the top but I nonetheless appreciated his attention to detail. If these puppies are half as good as they look, and at all worth the extravagant prices that they were charging for each cookie, then I can tolerate a little pretentiousness on the part of the clerk.
To make a long story short, we left the few remaining cookies we had not eaten with Mrs G for her to enjoy at her leisure. She too found them to be delicious and we promised to bring more when we next visited. We stopped by their shop a couple of times on subsequent trips but it was closed on both occasions.
I've since noticed them in the frozen food section at Trader Joes but I have to believe that the freshly baked varieties are preferable to the frozen types so we'll try that store in Exeter again and maybe even call in advance if we have the opportunity to do so. If push comes to shove, I suppose we could bring Mrs G a sampler of frozen macarons from Trader Joe's. Or, we could stop by the store in Portsmouth. Decisions decisions. It's all good.
She has been absent from the court following her surgery and is reportedly no longer even in Washington, D.C.. While the populace has been distracted by the government shutdown now in its 17th day or so and Trump's very public push to erect a big beautiful wall on our southern border, the Trump White House has been putting together plans to name a nominee to replace Ginsburg when the time comes as it inevitably will. Reassuring as that may or may not be, it always does.
The prospects of having a 6-3 court with the conservatives in the majority is beyond crazy exciting and the democrat party will shortly be losing their shit when Buzzie, as she is known to her closest friends, steps down from the court. In lesser known circles, she is simply known as "RBG." Naming justices to the Supreme Court was a selling point when Trump was running for president and he has fulfilled his obligations in spades by naming two superb conservative Justices (Gorsuch and Kavanaugh) in the first two years of his presidency.
The culture wars are often decided in the Supreme Court these days so unless one or more of the Justices decides to go full Souter, a reference to Justice Souter who was seated as a conservative Justice by George Bush but turned out to be a flaming liberal, we are off to the fucking races!
It goes without saying that we could never get there without having a republican majority in the US Senate. Trump stumped hard in rally after rally in the months leading up to the 2016 mid terms to make certain that we conservatives not only held the majority in the Senate but actually gained a seat or two. No longer will we be held hostage by one or two squishy republicans in the senate who might on any given issue or day side with the democrats. We all remember that fool on the Hill, John McCain, the then disgraced and now deceased Senator from Arizona who gave the thumbs down when it came to voting against the disassembling of Obamacare.
With a 53-47 majority, if you have one or two republican senators who go that route they can voice their opposition but it won't matter. The majority still rules. The additions to the majority on the republican side of the ledger, with the exception of Mitt "Mittens" Romney, are rabidly pro-Trump (that's a good thing) and infinitely more conservative than those they replaced. And we can thank the baby Jesus that McCain and Flake are no longer on the roster. Good fucking riddance!
I didn't wake up feeling all political but it seems I've gone there for better or worse. Did I mention that Evan will not be going into that place we looked at in Seabrook? Oh, and the place is Newmarket was a no-go as well. We didn't even think about the fact that if you have a place that allows pets that that place might not be suitable for a fellow with allergies.
Whether he mentioned the wheezing business as a ploy to avoid moving out of his now comfortable surroundings or not, it is what it is and we realized after the fact that we were very short sighted in not taking that into consideration when looking at prospective apartments. If there is any good news, more places than not disallow pets so we'll continue searching and hope for the almighty best. Yes, divine intervention is always welcome.
When I think of macaroons I think coconut, don't you? Apparently, there is a difference between macaroons and french macaroons (macarons). The latter is a delicate cookie of sorts and a quite delicious one at that. We've often visited the shop in downtown Portsmouth where they have tray after tray in a display window of colorful but small, and some might say dainty, French macaroons.
I've always ordered something else while there, maybe a Key Lime torte or other, and I've never taken a chance on one of the cookies. I simply wasn't convinced that it was going to be satisfying enough when all was said and done.
In the last month or so I paid a visit with Nancy to a new bakery of sorts in Exeter that specializes in the sale of those very same French macaroons. I can't remember which specific type of French macaroon that I chose in retrospect, all of which appeared decadent in their own unique way, but I vividly remember the explosion of flavor in my mouth with the very first nibble.
It was a small bite indeed so the word "nibble" seems more or less appropriate. I remember trying to make the connection in my brain with the very first bite between the flavors caroming from cheek to cheek and the descriptions stenciled on the small white cardboard placards behind the glass in the display case for same. Ambrosia?
I hoped that I hadn't been too hasty in making my selection. Certain flavors in the display case were seemingly popular as evidenced by their scarcity so I took the road less traveled and chose one of the flavors that seemed less popular of which there were many. To the casual observer, there were the brightest of yellows in the display case for all things lemony, the darkest of darks for the chocolate varieties, brilliant reds and purples for the various types of fruit flavorings, and other mesmerizing but seemingly unnatural pastels that were better left to one's imagination. Caramel and Rose?
You understood immediately why the cookies were as small and as expensive as they were. Every bite, however small, was heaven sent. The packaging when you purchased a half dozen or so was sturdy and more than up to snuff. There was a small rectangular cellophane window on the small cardboard box containing our purchase through which one could cast a discriminating but desirous eye on the contents within. The message was unequivocal: Look but do not touch. I dare you.
Tossing these cookies into a bag like a bunch of donuts would be a huge disservice to the artist whose considerable time and effort went into creating these cookies not to mention the panache and talent required to artfully present them to the public. Make no mistake about it. Once ordered, the clerk gingerly lifted each macaron from the display case with all the dexterity and deliberation of a jeweler handling a precious gem.
I personally thought it was somewhat over the top but I nonetheless appreciated his attention to detail. If these puppies are half as good as they look, and at all worth the extravagant prices that they were charging for each cookie, then I can tolerate a little pretentiousness on the part of the clerk.
To make a long story short, we left the few remaining cookies we had not eaten with Mrs G for her to enjoy at her leisure. She too found them to be delicious and we promised to bring more when we next visited. We stopped by their shop a couple of times on subsequent trips but it was closed on both occasions.
I've since noticed them in the frozen food section at Trader Joes but I have to believe that the freshly baked varieties are preferable to the frozen types so we'll try that store in Exeter again and maybe even call in advance if we have the opportunity to do so. If push comes to shove, I suppose we could bring Mrs G a sampler of frozen macarons from Trader Joe's. Or, we could stop by the store in Portsmouth. Decisions decisions. It's all good.